It's in the small hours when you feel it Something twisting deep inside Your conscience running rampant From the truth you cannot hide In the dead of the night you sob alone But no one hears your cries Except the four walls closing in And the demons in your mind And now you lay in silence Your tears have stained the ground Melancholy hangs thick in the air Casting down its heavy shroud But in your mind it rises A voice from lips unseen The evil sound of laughter grows From a whisper to a scream Now nightmares flow like rivers A lucid violent stream A steady flow of images So morbid and obscene No sound now as you slumber Pretending to be dead A respite from waking hours And the voices in your head Drugs and sex to fill the void But the chasm only grows Screaming just intensifies As white dust goes up your nose Dark forces did you dabble in And now await your turn Cause every witches destiny Is that one day she will burn The evil sound that's screaming Its all inside your head The evil sound that's laughing Is all inside your head Won't stop until you're dead...